Uncle Xiao, it's getting dark, we can't sleep on the top of the mountain!"

Murong Feihu looked at the darkened sky lightly.

"It's the same everywhere, Xiao'er, they will take care of themselves!" Murong Feihu's palm pinched a transmission note.

The little fox frowned, a little worried, and vaguely, her heart became uneasy, and this feeling swept over the moment the enchantment was gone.

"Uncle Xiao, I'm not worried, can Brother Xiao's body hold up?" The little fox thought of the scene where Nangong Lingxiao drank his heart's blood, and his heart tightened again.

It's been two days and one night, Nangong Lingxiao, where are you?

Deep in the snowy mountains.

A few people who had not slept all night, leaning on the rocks tiredly, looked at the pile of beetle corpses in front of them, and several of them were almost prostrate.

"Brother, why are there so many beetles, when will they be killed?" Nangong Lingxie's snow-white brocade robe was covered with a little blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the beetle's.

The Bagua Array condensed in Lin Jing's palm surrounded them in the middle, protecting them and allowing them to rest for a while.

The beetle snake suffered countless casualties, and at this moment, because it was approaching dusk, they also stopped attacking, and they were dozens of meters away from several people, ready to attack.

The gossip array formed by Lin Jing was too powerful, and they didn't dare to break in, so they could only lie dormant around and surround them.

Overhead, there are also beetles flying around, and all around, these beetles seem to be inexhaustible, and they can't kill endlessly, trapping them here, and they can't move forward a single step.

Nangong Lingxiao's eyes were dark red, the true qi in his body was a little disordered, he wanted to drink the blood of the little fox, what should he do?

For two days and one night, they were trapped again, anxious but helpless.

"Daddy, where are they now?" Lin Jing released the spiritual power in his palm, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled out the gossip diagram of the last layer.

At this moment, she turned her head and looked at her father, Lin Tianyi.

Lin Tianyi silently looked at the night sky that had darkened outside, the snowflakes were falling, there was no wind, and the snowflakes were extremely happy, falling on the enchantment one by one, and then turning into a trace of mist and dispersing.

The power of the Bagua Diagram should not be underestimated, it can destroy a city, and it will not be used easily, but now, they need time to recover their strength, so they have to use it.

Lin Tianyi stood there, looking at a snow-capped mountain in the distance, where there were people they cared about.

Red Sleeves took out a bottle from his arms and handed it to Nangong Lingxie.

"Lord, this is given to me by the little fox, do you see, can you use it?" Red Sleeves looked at Nangong Lingxiao's frowning eyebrows, a little worried, and handed the porcelain bottle that the little fox stuffed to her to the lord beside her.

Nangong Lingxie took the porcelain bottle and opened it.

A strong smell of blood with a faint fragrance of osmanthus came to the nose.

The tip of Nangong Lingxiao's nose moved slightly, stretched out his hand, snatched the porcelain bottle, and without saying a word, poured the mouth of the porcelain bottle into his mouth.

"Big brother, why don't you swallow it without asking what this is?" What if it's poison?" Nangong Lingxiao stretched out his hand to pick Nangong Lingxiao's mouth.

Nangong Lingxiao swallowed the contents of the porcelain vase with a sip.

"Don't touch me!" Nangong Lingxiao dodged lightly and threw the porcelain vase back in his hand.

Nangong Ling's evil eye quickly caught the porcelain bottle, and his mouth fell down, empty!

"Brother, you-" Nangong Lingxiao threw the empty porcelain bottle to Red Sleeves, wanting to get close to Nangong Lingxiao.

Nangong Lingxiao was already sitting cross-legged on the spot, in his body, the true qi seemed to have returned to the dantian, and the chaotic aura in his body seemed to be better, he sat down and breathed his luck.

Red Sleeves held the porcelain vase, and lamented in his heart: Little fox, you are really clever, even the King of Xiao will be sick can be predicted, it's just, it's indescribable.

Lin Jing touched a few porcelain bottles on his waist, fortunately, there are many more here, the little fox is really thoughtful, everyone around them has it, King Xiao will not have an accident, there will be no accident, just now I was worried about the mood of not wanting to, seeing Nangong Lingxiao sitting down to cultivate, Lin Jing's heart stabilized.

Lin Ping pulled Nangong Lingxie's sleeve.

"Lord, there are also in your arms!" Lin Ping looked indifferent, took out a few porcelain bottles from his arms, and opened them for Nangong Ling to sniff!

Sure enough, the breath in the bottle was a elixir made from the blood of the little fox.

"Uh, I have it too?" Nangong Ling touched his waist and burden without believing in evil.

Sure enough, in the burden on the back, there was really a string of porcelain bottles, and the porcelain bottles were wrapped in a transparent thing, very tight, a string, there were ten bottles.

"I have it too!" Qin Yong took out a string of medicine bottles from his baggage, which was exactly the same as the one in Nangong Lingxie's hand.

Nangong Cheng was reluctant to protect the burden.

Nangong Ling Xie stretched out his hand and tugged.

"No, I'm sick too!" Nangong Cheng blinked his eyes wide, protecting the burden on his chest.

Nangong Ling Xie said: "I just want to see the difference, I'm not sick, if you want him to do something, you open it and show me, I'm relieved!"

Nangong Chengcai is not stupid, he is holding on to the burden.

"No, it's different, my medicine can only cure my disease!"

Nangong Lingyi snatched it a few times, but he didn't take it down, his eyes sank, and he wanted to take it, and behind him, Lin Tianyi stepped forward and handed the string of medicine in his baggage to Nangong Lingxie.

"Lord, take it, I don't need it!" Lin Tianyi smiled at the corner of his mouth, relieved that Nangong Ling Xie was protecting his brother's spirit.

In this life, these two brothers have relied on each other, and it has not been in vain for the care of the eighth senior brother over the years.

The corners of Nangong Lingxie's mouth twitched, little fox, this is a bad thing, put so much blood to make so many pills and distribute them to them, how relieved is this for his brother!

My heart is inexplicably sour, I really want to be seriously ill myself, let the little fox care about it.

Ah, bah, bah, where is there any curse that you are sick, okay, not good? But why, my heart is sour.

The illusory real person looked at the few people in the gossip map, inexplicably a little sad, and then looked at the three people in his enchantment.

Yan Ran's breath was faintly lying on the body of the white tiger to recuperate, she was hurt by the black bear's palm wind to the heart, if it wasn't for the white tiger running fast and finding them, I'm afraid this girl would really die under the bear's paw.

Ouyang feathered along the snow leopard's fur.

"Snow leopard, rest well, there is still a fierce battle to fight later, you have to hold on!"

The snow leopard whimpered, looking at the outside of the barrier with some displeasure.

The beetle snake flew around, and he had to hide inside to regain his strength.

It's been two days and one night, and these beetles haven't left, what are they going to do, what are they going to do!

"I'm hungry—" The snow leopard lay on the ground, the snow in front of him was gnawed by him, and he couldn't find anything to eat, the meat of the beetle snake was not delicious, because these flying beetle snakes became carrion after death, and they couldn't eat at all, and what was even more infuriating was that these dead beetle snakes didn't have snake gall, which was very strange, there was wood!

Ouyang Yuhua looked at the illusory real person and realized this.

"Master, why don't beetles have snake gall?"

The illusory real person narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the corpses of the beetles in one place, it was clear that when these beetles were alive, their spiritual power was above the 6th order, and some even reached the feathering stage, how could they lose their aura after death, and they didn't even have the snake gall to support the aura, which was really incredible.

"This-let's take a look for a while, isn't it a good thing that your spiritual power has advanced to the first level? Regardless of whether he has snake gall or not, isn't the purpose of our coming here to advance?"

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